Ogiratem sat cross legged out side a small café he had found in this quaint town, he looked from side to side slowly sipping the drink he held.....what did they call it again? Cowfee? Whatever it was, it was good stuff! He felt envigorated, not sleeping for a week probably wasn't such a good idea, but he needed to get here urgently....important business to take care of!
From his position he looked calmly around the street, where was this building supposed to be, usually a 'pub' stands out like a said animals said private's.....as he looked he felt his cheeks start to burn, damn! He looked up at the bright sun a hand darting to his collar to bring it up over his face, the tan-face paint he wore was starting to fry in the sun, that was never a good thing....he looked around at the surrounding 'audience' to make sure no-body had paid attention to his quick movements, and rose slowly and calmly from his chair and moved inside....he looked around and moved in to the bathroom.
He peered around the blank walls until he found the reflective surface he saught.....he moved up to the mirror and stuck his face so close that puffs of mist formed on the glass as he breathed. He reached into his pocket with one hand and removed a small tube squezzing out a generous amount and applying the substance to his face to cover his green skin that was starting to peek through the drying 'cover'....he then proceded to snarl into the mirror making sure his fangs weren't starting to show to the public...as he reached for a small file in his opposite pocket and started slowly file a round edge onto the hulking fangs that protruded from his bottom jaw he shook his head sadly, appearances so disgusting they have to be hidden! How pathetic! He shook his head and put both items back into his pocket...turned and left, pulling the black over-coat he wore tightly around him, re-adjusting the buttons, he took a quick look down at the coat as it hung tightly around his body right to the floor, he nodded with a smile and pushed the door open fast and strode out.
He sidled up beside a waitress, the maid who had tended to bringing him the cowfee...."Excuse me maam, where would the..." he reached inside his coat and with-drew a small piece of paper from one of the many pockets and read it slowly, "..the Sudridge Royal...inn be found? he said the words slowly, licking his lips delicately at the end of each word, the words coming out in perfect sylabbles in a light, 'soothing' tone, as he talked his deep blue eyes searched her face over the top of the reflective glasses he wore, a smile that appeared on his face only breifly, not even giving it enough time to get to his eyes when he finished talking.
She raised a slight, slender eye-brow at him when he finished talking....he put his hands behind his back and tilted his head to one side keeping his eyes locked on her.....she tryed to smile at him put failed, only a quirky, confused and worried look making its way to her face, " Well, er...uhmm, sir, its over....there?" she raised a hand and pointed in the direction of the corner and started to back away, her mouth was twitching....and she had no idea why....Ogiratem bowed his head with another fleeting smile and turned on his heel and walked out accros the road.
He turned to look over his shoulder as he walked, both hands clasped behind his back, he looked up to the direction he had arrived from last night....such large gates, must have taken hundreds, if not thousands to build...quite impressive! The frame shone in Black brillaince....that amount of Volcanic Glass would have taken years to move here! The frame was entirely made of it! He wasn't sure what the actual gate was made from, it seemed to change texture constantly, sometimes growing as clear the cleanest water, but others growing to the tendency of the hardest metal, Ogiratem smiled and shook his head, amazing stuff.....he would love to get his eyes on some of that stuff, it would go quite well in his apartment back home.
He turned the corner at a slow stride and looked around the city seemingly for the first time, from the rumours he had heard this town got run-down by riots and raids quite often, if this was the case the place must have some VERY good architects! It was built quite well....and surprisingly enough the people of the town although their apparent peril from all the attacks seemed rather happy? How strange.....
He looked around and noted that his desired location was finally nearing, the long sign that protruded from the edge of a building he was currently walking under proclaimed it to be 'The finest Inn in the lower quadrant'.....Ogiratem cared little for that, but he would beleive it from what he was sent to get, not too many common establishments would hold a book of this 'calibre'.
He came to the door and stooped as he came through the door to avoid knocking his hat off, once he was in however he reached up with one gloved (he had put them on as he walked here) hand and removed his hat, letting long locks of pure white hair fall down his back. He looked around the room he had entered, hidden behind his spectacles, apparently the item would be hidden behind a bookcase in one of the back-rooms....perhaps for now it would be better to bide one's time, he looked to his left and found a perfect table hidden in the shadows of the far corner, he made his way there....one small child screaming for some un-known reason when he looked up at the new-comer as he walked by, Ogiratem smiled at the reaction....youth were always so amusing.
He sidled into the booth and looked around, it seemed that a young waitor had followed him, "And what would sir...." The waitor seemed to break into a coughing fit when Ogiratem brought his face around to stare at the young man he had just placed his hat on the table and brought his glasses down the bridge of his nose so he could get a look at the boy,"uhmmm...would you, errr, like anything?". The 'disguised' orc tilted his head to one side and considered the boy's honest and jerking features on his face.
"Now I'm sure you aren't getting paid at this 'fine' establishment to be rude...now are you? Anyhow young man, I will be telling your superiors once i am finished my stay," the young man's face fell into grave sadness, "But for now you can get me a pot of cowfee....thats what it's called isn't it? Lovely stuff if i must say so myself.....And a clean cup, thankyou." The boy stood their shocked as Ogiratem slowly and deliberately sat at the table and moistened his lips, "What are you waiting for boy? Go..." The waitor scuttled off, Ogiratem watched him go shaking his head and leaning back into the cushioned seat, thinking about the job ahead.....
A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...
**slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**